Hilton Valentine x Reader

Chapter 7 - The call

"So... how was the concert, sweetie ?"

Your deep, enthusiastic thoughts were interrupted by your mother's voice at the dinner table.

"The concert ?? Oh gosh, I forgot to talk about it !"

You swallowed your food before beginning your little talk about this big experience.

"Well, one word: unforgettable ! Wanna know why ?"

"Why ?", your father adds with an interested smile.

"Because... You wouldn't believe it, but... I got to talk... with Hilton !"

"Really ?? That's fantastic !", he replied enthusiastically.

"Yes, it is ! And guess what...?"

Your parents were looking at you with big smiles on their faces, and Angela had a curious look on hers.

"I got to have an autograph ! And his phone number !", you follow up, shaking your fists cheerfully.

"His phone number ?", your mother repeated.

"Yeah, his phone number !"

"Why would you need his phone number ?"

"Well, to speak with him on a few occasions...?"

Mom looked at you curiously but she just shrugged, unable to think of something too bad about this situation.

"That's incredible, (y/nn) ! I'm so proud of you, you know ?", your father exclaimed, always enthusiastic and encouraging with you and your siblings.

"Well, I will put Bobby to bed now !", mom adds randomly as she gets up to pick your baby brother up.

You look at mom go, then turn your head to Angela. She hums in an interrogative way.

"Nothing, just wondering if you're jealous...", you reply to tease her, knowing very well she isn't.

"Oh no, not at all ! You're lucky, but I'm happy for you."

"Don't worry, I know. Just teasing you, ha ha..."

She smiles. Moments after, she mutters "I'm full."

"Come on Angie, you're not finished ! There are a few bites left into that salmon.", your father commented. "Good girls finish their plates."

Angela pouted, but she took the last few bites from her plate. Your father smiled and she hopped off her seat, grabbing her dishes and walking away.

"Well, I'm going too."

You did the same as Angie and left the table, followed by your dad. After having finished putting away the dishes, you head up the stairs to take a shower, dry your hair and put your curlers, brush your teeth, and get in your night gown. Then, after hopping in your bed, you were thinking about who you should call; Candice or Hilton...?

You thought that Candice was available without a doubt, but you doubted if Hilton was available. But then, you still decided to try so you headed downstairs to the phone. You grabbed the paper Hilton gave you and dialed the number. You waited, and waited... until somebody picked up.

"Hello ?"

"Oh, hello !"

You noticed the voice wasn't the same as Hilton's. It was higher and a bit guttural.

"Hello, can I talk to... Hilton Valentine please ?"

"Hilton ? Oh... Hang on."

So, you waited again. Until another voice answered. This time, it was Hilton's, even though it sounded a bit different because of the phone.